Pam can barely muster a grateful expression. Barely...because of her face. The look is mostly in her one good eye, though, but she's definitely grateful.

A guard appears at their cell, a big, looming silhouette against the fluorescent lights.

"Dawn is approaching," he says in a nondescript tone. "His Majesty will announce his sentence at sunset."

He then turns and leaves.

"Not even a last meal," Pam mumbles halfheartedly. "Fuck you, Bill."